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The first month of school came and went really fast. Nothing out of the normal happened. I have exceptional grades in all of my classes except history, I actually have a 63% average. I don't know how that is even possible. I'm almost failing history! It used to be my best subject, I am beginning to think that it is because I spend most of the class starring at Mr. Mikaelson. But you can't blame me, those jeans do very great things for his body.
I find myself trying to impress him by putting on more make up then normal, wearing a shirt that is tight around my breasts, and skinny jeans that work with my legs. I know that I have no chance with him, and if I did there is so way in hell I'd date my teacher... but lets say this is more than a crush.
I walk into Mr. Mikaelson's class, go to the back where my 'locker' is. I put my bag on the hook Mr. Mikaelson put on the wall for me to use. I put all the books I won't be needing for first block in the bin that Mr. Mikaelson placed there and I start walking towards my seat in the front of the classroom. Once I am seated I relax and watch the other students walk into the classroom.
Mr. Mikaelson walks in the classroom with a stack of papers and a cup of coffee in his hands. I watch him carefully as his shuts the classroom door and says, " I will be passing out the Civil War tests. Most of you did fantastic, some of you did not."
He starts passing them out and when he hands me my test he whispers, "See me after class." I nod my head, already knowing it is about my grade.
I look down at my test and look at my grade in disappointment. Forty five percent. How is that even possible? Everyone is talking about what they got and I am just sitting here hoping nobody bothers to ask me what I got.
Unfortunately I run out of luck and Tyler, smirks at me and asks, "So Caroline, you're being awfully quiet, what did you get on the test?" He must know I didn't do good on the test because of the way he is smiling.
"Well, I got a-" I start before I am cut off by, "Caroline does not need to tell you what she got the test." I turn around and see Mr. Mikaelson glaring at Tyler. I smile at him and to my surprise he smiles back at me.
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Class came and went and once everybody left class to go to their free period I walk up to Mr. Mikaelson's desk and ask, "You wanted to see me?"
"Ah, yes. Caroline I looked up your school record and I noticed that you have had straight A's in all of your classes except mine. Do you have any input on this?"
I look down embarrassed and say, "I don't get the stuff we learn. I just don't get why we learn about the past when I should be worried about the future."
"Well, we worry about the past so we don't have to worry about the future. I like to think of history has an escape from the present, but in your case you can think of it needed to graduate." Mr. Mikaelson jokes. I can't help but laugh at his joke, but I can sense something lonely in the way he talks. Does he have a reason to escape the present?
He continues talking, "Well, it is obviously you can't get another 60% or below, because if you do you won't pass this class. So I was thinking we could do some tutoring? Like after school twice a week?"
"Yeah, that is probably a good idea."
"So today after school? My classroom."
I nod my head and he says, "Okay, so I will see you soon then Ms. Forbes." I nod my head then walk out of Mr. Mikaelson's classroom.
The last bell rang, releasing students to go home. Except for me. I am going to see Mr. Mikaelson. I'm not complaining though, I'm actually quiet excited. I will be alone with Mr. Mikaelson. Not that anything will happen, it's just the thought that every single girl (and a couple boys) would want to be in my position.
I walk through his classroom door and walk to my desk which I assume is where we will be studying.
Mr. Mikaelson walks in about two minutes later. He smiles and me and pulls a chair from the desk beside mine and moves it in front of my desk. He sits in it and scoots in, his knees are practically touching mine.
"So, why don't we start with what you aren't getting." Mr. Mikaelson says, his eyes staring into mine.
"Well, I-I um I don't get-" I sigh, "I don't really get anything." I break our intense eye contacts and look at my fingers.
"Tell me, Ms. Forbes have you been paying any attention in my class what-so-ever?" Mr. Mikaelson asks me, leaning down a little bit, trying to re-make our eye contact. I sigh and look up. No. I think. I haven't payed attention because I am too busy checking you out.
"Um, yes..." I lie. But he glares at me and I sigh then say, "No, not much anyway."
"Well, let's start by learning about the-" Mr. Mikaelson starts before he is interrupted by his classroom door opening.
We both turn our head towards the door and push away from each other the slightest bit, realizing we were a little too close for a teacher to be with a student.
It's the janitor. "Sorry, but you are going to have to leave. I am ordered to clean, and I can't clean with you in here." He says bluntly.
I look to see Mr. Mikaelson's reaction, but he has a poker face. "Okay," He says. He puts the chair back in the desk and says, "Come." And motions for me to follow him. I follow him quickly, trying to stay his pace.
Once we are outside he says, "Okay, I know we aren't supposed to do this, but you need to study, so why don't we study at my place? It's just a block away from here. That is only if you are comfortable."
Not supposed to my ass, hell yeah I want to go to your place. I think. But instead I say, "Sure."
And I have this gut feeling that, I am most definitely not going to regret my choice in going to his place.